"Let her go!" Xiang Shaoying said coldly to Xiahou Xuan.

Xiahou Xuan sneered and looked at Xiang Shaoying condescendingly, "Hehe, Xiang Shaozhuang is very angry, but don't you know your current situation now? You are now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and it is difficult to protect yourself, why should you order me?" After speaking, with a wave of his hand, several black-clothed dead soldiers pounced on Xiang Shaoying.

Xiao Yanran was hit by the cartilage incense, at this time was controlled by Xiahou Xuan, Xiang Shaoying wanted to come forward to save Xiao Yanran several times, but was forced back little by little by the black-clothed soldiers, Xiang Shaoying fell into a bitter battle with one enemy and four, those black-clothed dead soldiers were afraid of Xiang Shaoying's Longquan Sword, and they also had the mentality of watching a good show, they did not fight desperately, but adopted the tactics of taking turns.

"A few of you are dealing with him alone, what kind of heroes are you!" Xiao Yanran struggled desperately, but her whole body was weak and weak, and she couldn't break free from the shackles of Xiahou Xuan at all, and Xiang Shaoying, who was not far away, was entangled, and was gradually overwhelmed by the black-clothed dead soldiers, and his body was heavily stabbed, and his clothes were stained red with blood.

"Stop! I'll let you stop! Xiang Shaoying has no grievances with you, why do you want to put him to death!" Xiao Yanran turned her head and glared at Xiahou Xuan, who was afraid of the sleeve arrow in her hand, and cut her hands tightly behind her. No, this can't work, if it goes on like this, Xiang Shaoying will be killed by them! What a Xiahou Xuan, who gave him such courage to dare to disobey even her words! Xiao Yanran clenched the fist in her sleeve.

Xiahou Xuan's lips tightened into a slit, his expression was fierce, and he just looked at the fighting situation in front of him coldly. Of course, Xiao Yanran didn't know what Xiahou Xuan was thinking at this time, he not only wanted to kill Xiang Shaoying, but anyone who tried to get close to her in vain, he would put him to death!

Xiang Shaoying in the distance, under the enemy's repeated attacks, was stabbed again, the big knife slashed on his shoulder, blood donation quickly stained his white clothes, shocking blood, like a red plum blooming in the snow, he knelt down on one knee, hanging his arm, and the other held a sword, supporting his body, the black-clothed dead man was overjoyed, and was about to step forward to give Xiang Shaoying the last blow, but Xiang Shaoying suddenly broke out, the black-clothed dead man who came forward screamed and flew out three feet away, but after swinging this sword, Xiang Shaoying already felt that he was in a desperate situation, the pain of the wound on his body was numb, and several masked people forced forward, Xiang Shaoying fought and retreated.

"Boy, don't struggle, there are so many of us, let's tie it up! Do you think there is any point in your continued stubborn resistance?"

"You kneel down and kowtow to our young owner and beg for mercy, maybe our young owner will be merciful and leave you a whole corpse, haha!" A black-clothed dead man laughed wildly as he slashed at Xiang Shaoying with a big knife.

In the frightened eyes of the black-clothed dead, the Longquan sword cut the big knife into two pieces, and then stabbed it in the chest of the black-clothed deadman, and the black-clothed dead man screamed, and a stream of blood arrows sprayed out with Xiang Shaoying's sword-drawn action. The black-clothed dead man looked bleak, his feet softened, and he fell to his knees.

"You want me to be caught, but it also depends on whether you have the ability!" Xiang Shaoying sneered, wiping a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Dead boy, give me back when you're dying!" another black-clad dead man was furious.

The masked man on the side seemed to be annoyed, and shouted, "Get it, take him down for me." Following his order, another large group of black-clothed dead men stepped forward with knives.

Two fists were invincible to four hands, and besides, he still stepped forward to attack in turns, and a man in black slapped his already bleeding wound, making him dizzy in pain.

Every time Xiang Shaoying swung out a sword, he felt that the blood on his body was lost, and with the movement of his sword, blood flowed out, and his palms were also full of blood, and the man in black kept falling, and his strength disappeared little by little.

Xiang Shaoying was forced to the edge of the cliff by them, at this time he was already unable to retreat, Xiang Shaoying waved his sword, panting, beads of sweat from his forehead, the black-clothed dead man's repeated attacks, he had to use the jade flute sword technique to resist the enemy, but, now with his internal strength, control the jade flute swordsmanship, but it is very reluctant, every time he uses a sword, but also damages his heart by a point, fortunately, this Longquan sword, is a rare magic weapon, but also makes the masked man jealous, a black-clothed dead man on the right, the right time, a sword stabbed away, dusty, Xiang Shaoying flashed sideways, and the sword in his hand was horizontal, and the person was overturned, and the second black-clothed dead man followed, waved out with a palm, but, behind him, is the cliff, he stepped into the air, his figure, planted back-

Xiao Yanran exclaimed- Feeling that her heart was about to jump out of her chest, something blurred her eyes, she remembered that many years ago, it was also such a scene, she watched the young man being punched and kicked by those villains, but she could only watch, such powerlessness, and then she desperately learned martial arts, she also wanted to protect the person who had guarded her, she wanted to abandon the self who had been powerless, but to this day, she still looked at Xiang Shaoying, attacked by them, she was still so powerless! She hated such powerlessness!

After the dust dissipated, there was no longer Xiang Shaoying's figure, those black-clothed dead men thought that Xiang Shaoying had gone off the cliff, and they all laughed, this cliff is the most dangerous wolf cliff in the Canglan mountains, and the poisonous snakes and beasts at the bottom of the cliff are infested, not to mention, falling from this high place, they will definitely die, they walked to the edge of the cliff to see where Xiang Shaoying fell into, but saw that the cliff was dark, bottomless, and if they fell into such a place, they would definitely not be able to survive. However, the laughter of the masked people gradually stopped.

I saw that on the top of the cliff, there was a person climbing, it was Xiang Shaoying.

The Longquan sword was deeply inserted into the cliff, Xiang Shaoying's hand grabbed the hilt of the sword, his body was suspended in the air, he could almost hear the terrible mountain wind, like the howl of a wild beast, whistling past his ears, echoing between the cliffs, enduring, he grabbed the hilt of the Longquan sword with one hand, and his body swayed in mid-air, crumbling.

It turned out that the moment Xiang Shaoying stepped into the air and fell off the cliff, the Longquan Sword was inserted into the cliff, and the Longquan Sword was as sharp as mud, so it barely supported his body.

"He-he's not down yet!" exclaimed a black-clad dead man.

Xiahou Xuan originally thought that Xiang Shaoying would definitely die, but when he heard that Xiang Shaoying was not dead, he immediately said angrily: "Then don't push him down!"

"Young Master, don't we want to take Xiang Shaoying back to see the Palace Master?" the masked man led by him asked tremblingly.

Xiahou Xuan looked at Xiao Yanran, who was struggling desperately, his face was bloodthirsty and cold, and he said word by word, "No-kill him!" He was already overwhelmed by reason at the moment, but he just wished that Xiang Shaoying was dead.